What kind of eyes were these—
Seductive and passionate, their luminous gleam captivating, beauty that could make one fall at first sight like the intoxicating peach blossoms of March, yet they turned Ji Wanwan's face ghostly pale in an instant.
She had seen such eyes on Baize before.
She couldn't help but look closely.
The owner of the eyes was a frail young man, his cheeks tinged with the pallor of malnutrition. His naturally aggressive handsome features now appeared even more gaunt and sharp. Yet, this sharply contoured face was graced with the supremely tender, affectionate eyes of peach blossoms, lending a few strands of harmonious tenderness to the young man's otherwise unapproachable demeanor.
If the young man weren't so pitifully thin, a stark contrast to Baize's well-proportioned and robust figure, and if it weren't for the clear foolishness in those beautiful peach blossom eyes, Ji Wanwan might have been deluded into thinking that this young man was Baize.
